And dealing to this thing called work

Going through massage school and working to part-time jobs to cover the costs was in fact the easiest part I realised once I had gone through the process of setting myself up. I’d done some research before I began this course to generate an income for myself.

In the area where I live on the outskirts of Seattle, there are no places to get a decent massage although there are a few brothels and anyone what the once a proper massage has to go closer to the city. It took a considerable amount of work to do some market research, some of that I did buy going door-to-door and some by interviewing people

Massaging in Sydney

Mai writes:

I should perhaps tell you at the outset that I am an Australian born Asian girl and I pretty much keep to myself. Like I am not particularly social because I find most people boring so I actually prefer to read books which is perhaps what got me into massage because I figured it was a way I could help people so:

A year ago I finished my massage and beauty therapy training and almost straight away I got a part-time job in a beauty clinic. Initially I was delighted but because I was Asian I got given all the clients that no one else wanted. Initially I didn’t mind too much and chalked it

And how do we value life?

As a species we generally say that we believe all life is sacred and we respect our fellow human beings. But these two ideas are in relation to the one’s own survival and perhaps one’s community. Every year countless lives are lost in conflict organised by people who should know better. Every year countless lives are lost in construction and the production of our technologies. In some regions, farmers are so badly treated that they resort to suicide.

When we look at conflict, the argument may be over land or resources to create new technologies yet behind this is a small collective who believe that they have the right to send the youth of

An age old practice

For the past 6000 years women have been second-class citizens although since the Industrial Revolution, it seems as if they have been allowed a degree of freedom. Allowed away from the kitchen and child-minding provided they look pretty and don’t have an opinion.

When times get tough women most often find themselves confined to the kitchen except on rare occasions as when back in the 1700’s, women stormed the palace of Versailles and demanded social equity. They didn’t get it then and it wasn’t long before French women became the most oppressed in Europe.

In today’s Middle Eastern war, it is the Kurdish and Yazidi women who have taken up weapons against daesh as have other

Will we pay a price for our pleasure and conveniences?

In most families, children are taught and encouraged to do their share to help maintain families and communities. This is natural and they can take pride in their contribution. But in the situation that has become more prevalent in the modern world is that children are being forced into lives of hard labour to help maintain adults who should know better in lives of privilege.

This is one of the darker sides of capitalism where in the case of mining, minerals are taken/stolen from the earth and much of the labour is performed by children were often paid so little that they remain perpetually malnourished and are constantly abused.

Women have been counselled to become sex workers

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The concept of a woman offering sex for money and other favours is generally thought of as the world’s oldest profession and as far as we know, there has never been a time in human history where this has not occurred.

Today in many countries despite the cries of some moralists, what many regard as prostitution has been legalised in many countries. Yet when we look at many marriages, they are often little more than agreements validating sex for money.

Yet moralists around the world even though they may be prostituting themselves condemn the activity of the women who make themselves available to men,

And girls who love sex

Stephanie opened her eyes from sleep, kicked away the sheet and stretched before rising and drawing back the curtains. She knew it was going to be a very warm day and she had a lunch date with Simon, a thought which made her body tingle.

Her eyes drifted across the adjacent building to where an elderly man was sitting reading his paper in the morning sun. She turned and used the bathroom before walking through to the kitchen and switching the kettle on. Her house mate Carol was still asleep so Stephanie went to her room, opened the curtains and told her to wake up.

Getting more than I expected

Hello again, I’ve already shared with you my search for the perfect massage and since I’ve been married, I’ve broadened my horizons and opened myself to some interesting experiences. But first I should tell you that even though I’m married, work often keeps us apart and he is happy for me to indulge in such physical pleasures.

We’d only been back from the honeymoon for two weeks when we went to a party and I got talking about massage with the lady of the house who said her husband had magic hands and enjoyed treating family and friends. We weren’t exactly friends, but he was friendly enough and after my new hubby agreed, we scheduled

A Christmas Tale

Part one of a Xmas let go

On Christmas Eve we’d organised Christmas for the kids, and had everything packed for them to spend the holiday break with their cousins upstate. But for me being the junior partner in a law firm, I had been elected to work over on a few cases due in court in the coming weeks.

But on that Christmas eve night I dreamt of making out with Santa Claus which was weird because not only did I not believe but I also loathed fat men. I woke up feeling totally turned on and if the kids hadn’t been running round in excitement I would have satisfied myself with Rick, my husband.

A Christmas Tale

The office walls were frosted glass thankfully, but the door to my office was open. As I walked towards the door while still adjusting my skirt to meet my client, I saw that I’d left my knickers on the floor near the drinks cabinet. But there he was in the doorway, 6 foot four and clearly a man who worked out wearing board shorts and a T-shirt.

His appearance was rather stunning and I was all too painfully aware that I’d just been nicely fucked and had a strong drink. As I politely said hello and shook his hand, I was secretly cursing the doorman for waiting until

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